don't have a lot of time for a more in depth post, but my roommate just showed me this song. it's fantastic! it's got that 70s/80s electro-punk-dance feel to it that makes you wanna shake your groove thang :)
enjoy!
karate :: kennedy
I don't need no nine mil glock These hands are deadly guns From smokin, drinkin, bein a thug I sip hypnotyq from a coffee mug I keep a healthy state of mind I only drink and drive night
(Chorus) I know Karate I Know Jujitsu I Drive Like a Gangsta when I'm coming to see you
And I'm coming to see you all the time I Got a bottle of cheap jug wine Pop some pills and make some love and try to recline I like to drive into the sun I like it when your sitting gun My single is on, it's number one
I know Karate I Know Jujitsu I Drive Like a Gangsta when I'm coming to see you i know Karate I got some mojo But holding hands aint something I do, thats true!
My best girl asked me if she's the only one I gotta be blunt, I say (everybody) Hell yeah!!!
Hey all! I'm subbing my post with my friend Vincent's guest blog! Enjoy, because he is rockin!!!! The End. Love, Meggo. ----- In the spirit of summer dance parties, I want to draw attention to The Dance Party. DC is not particularly known for its indie music scene, but I learned about The Dance Party skimming through upcoming shows at the Black Cat--my exact thought process was as follows: "The Dance Party? Hmm. I love dance parties." [click.] [click.] [commence booty shaking.] The band hails from College Park, MD and is comprised of Mick Coogan (vocals/guitar), Danny Hoag (bass), Jeff David (drums), and Kevin Bayly (guitar), and their music falls more appropriately under "power-pop" -- whatever that means.
Regardless, be forewarned: this album is a sweat inducer.
This particular song, Renegade, is not representative of the foot thumping, head rocking, booty shaking that follows after approximately 19 seconds of playing the first song on the album ("A-list"). I do have my criticisms though...The album is ripe with words half-screamed in syllable form, repeated as if I missed it the 13th time; teenage angst one-liners sung in falsetto; and even worse dancing as exemplified in the youtube video bleow, reifying what we know as "that (white) guy" trying too hard at the club. Nonetheless, the band has awesome beats-- I will bet on the Lindbergh baby that it won't fail to get you dancing. So, know that the album is amazing--but I want to talk about "Renegade."
"Renegade" is one of the slower songs on the album, but it somehow still manages to get me playing air drums. This song speaks to me particularly because of these lyrics: It's such a gas When you're living fast And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round Down in District town I do believe I lost my way
This summer has been ridiculous for me. And I know none of you know (or care to know) who I am, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I just graduated from American University in May and I've since been putzing around DC trying to find a job in this broke-as-shit thing some call the "economy" (unemployment jumped to 26% in July!). I'm interning at the same place as Meghan and I make barely enough money to pay bills and party. I suppose this song captures more than just this summer--I think it represents the on-going incapacitated state of ridiculousness the was my last two years in college (thanks KT!).
But I feel attached to the song because it pays homage to my inner child, only to finally say: "Vincent, get it together!" I like the idea of being a renegade--being a living testament to the rejection of social expectations of a college graduate. But, truth be told, there is something comforting in the daily 9-5 hum. In the interest of sparing you my personal dilemma's, I'll end this entry here.
I hope you enjoy the band!
(Blading for non-violence...)
Click HERE for the Black Cat schedule. Playing Sept. 6.
Renegade :: The Dance Party
Close my eyes For the big surprise Make a wisher look around
Spinning 'round Down in New York town And everything just seems all wrong
Police man Wanna shake my hand Ask me how I feel today
I said I'm doing fine But my friend and I Do believe we lost our way
Coming down Don't count unless you mean it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it
Getting down Don't count unless you feel it Back, get back to it Back, get back to it
Killing time On your daddy's dime Gonna make you a man someday
I grab my coat And she grabs her coke The disco's just two blocks away
Uncle Sam Wanna shake my hand Tell me "Son, you're doing just fine"
Hey, thanks man But you don't understand All I do is waste my time
It's such a gas When you're living fast And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round Down in District town I do believe I lost my way
sorry for the late post y'all. work at both of my jobs has been crazy, and so has applying for jobs in minnesota! let's cross our fingers though because all this hectic havoc is driving me nuts!
ok, back to the music...
i am not really sure when i first came across the group Justice, but i last remember hearing them on 89.3 The Current recently and they've been on my jams playlist ever since. and then i was at a house party this past weekend, when my ipod started playing the song...i'm thinking it was one of those free songs of the week downloads from itunes from a while back, but either way, i was very pleased!
Justice is a French electro pop/dance group and their totally jammin. they have some sort of weird cross fetish, that i haven't been able to completely determine if it has any sort of spiritual/religious significance or not, but i really could care less...because, as i've already iterated, Justice is JAMMIN!
i highly recommend checking them out, and then dancing around wherever you may be...and yes, that includes chair dancing...
the end. love, meggo.
here is a little sample of me and my friend vincent jammin out at the house party we attended last weekend...probably to Justice!
D.A.N.C.E. :: Justice
Do the D.A.N.C.E., 1, 2, 3, 4 Fight! Stick to the B.E.A.T., Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T. (pretty young thing) Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C. That’s how you make it right!
Do the D.A.N.C.E., 1, 2, 3, 4 Fight! Stick to the B.E.A.T., Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T. (pretty young thing) Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C. That’s how you make it right!
Do the D.A.N.C.E., 1, 2, 3, 4 Fight! Stick to the B.E.A.T., Do the dance, Do the dance!
The way you move is a mystery, Do the dance, You’re always there for music and me. Do the dance, The way you move is a mystery, Do the dance, You’re always there for music and me.
Do the D.A.N.C.E., 1, 2, 3, 4 Fight! Stick to the B.E.A.T., Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T. (pretty young thing) Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C. That’s how you make it right!
The way you move is a mystery, Do the dance, Do the dance. You’re always there for music and me. Do the dance, Do the dance. The way you move is a mystery, Do the dance, Do the dance. You’re always there for music and me.
Under the spotlight, Neither black no white, It does not matter, Do the dance, Do the dance!
As strong as you might, Working day and night, Whatever happens, Do the dance, Do the dance!
Under the spotlight, Neither black no white, It does not matter, Do the dance, Do the dance!
As strong as you might, Working day and night, What at all happens, Do the dance, Do the dance!
The way you move is a mystery, Do the dance, You’re always there for music and me.
